Clara was surprised when Sara stopped atop her. Then…she came. “Wow,” Clara breathed. “That was so fucking hot,” she whimpered. Her hands lightly caressed Sara’s back. “Do you always stop just before you come?” she purred.
“It was,” she agreed. Still stroking Sara gently, Clara remained quiet for a long time. She was tempted to ask her to keep going for just a little longer so she could come again, but there was something else she wanted more.
“Sara?” Clara asked gently before lightly kissing her cheek. “Why were you…are you? …scared?”